Tony Lopez Nude Novels & Stories

My breath stops in my throat. Inside, lit by soft, focused lights, is Tony. He is without a shirt, his body shining with sweat. His muscles move and flex with every motion. A shiny metal pole goes from the floor to the ceiling, and he moves around it with amazing grace. He wraps a leg around the pole, then pushes up, his body seeming to float as he spins, lowering himself with careful control, then arching his back. Every part of him is strong and beautiful. It's raw power and delicate beauty all at once. I can also see Vanya , sitting on a mat against the far wall, watching him. Her face is calm, almost peaceful, a quiet admiration in her eyes. She doesn't seem surprised, just there.

"Tony is exceptional at everything." Lennox bursts into laughter. "Shut the hell up," I tell Lennox, trying to suppress a smile as I approach him and Blanca. "I'm serious," Blake tells Lennox, causing his laughter to fade. "Tony has never been below average at anything. Whenever he tries something new, he's practically a pro from the start." "It's like magic," Blanca states confidently. "He's a demon," Primrose chimes in. "One of those ugly ones that live in toad holes."

Our eyes met, and Lorenzo was already sunk into the jacuzzi. His strong, defined torso rose above the foam and warm water. My eyes devoured his sexy tattoos, every flex of those hard muscles, following that trail down to his groin where the shadow of the biggest prize was already rising under the surface. “I’m glad you like what you’re about to eat,” he said shamelessly, in that wolfish tone that made my nipples tighten even more. He smiled sideways with that cocky ease I didn’t know he had, but he kept showing me more and more.

She gazes at me in a hazy pleasure of confusion. “We can’t fuck with clothes on. They might get in the way. Undress, Princess.” I command as I begin to remove my own clothes. Toni nods her head as she makes haste to remove her clothes. Her eyes soak me up as she studies my tattoos with her eyes. Leo, Trey, Shane, and Igor all have an obsession with tattoos. I have full sleeves, my chest, ribs, and a couple on my legs. I notice Toni has a thigh tattoo. It’s a ribbon of lace that wraps around her thing, but on the other thigh there is a gun holstered in the lace thigh strap. I know she has a cupcake on the back of her left thigh that she and Lucy got when they opened their bake shop.

I had reached 148 pounds and it did not sit well on a 5'4" frame. The picture was not bad, even with shorts and a sleeveless top, but I wanted to be honest. The long dark hair with those silly childlike bangs caused me to grimace a bit. 'Short hair would have made me look thinner,' I thought. Tony was of Italian background and he looked great in his picture. Very muscular, short black hair, combed straight back, no smile, but inviting eyes- brown like mine. He had said he was short, but I couldn't tell from the picture. I decided he looked like a nice person I had a good feeling about this one. I trusted him enough to give him my work number and he called me shortly thereafter. I was even mo

he teased, amusement dancing in his eyes. My cheeks flushed, and I quickly shifted my gaze away, attempting to mask my embarrassment. "I see you're making a habit of not wearing a shirt," I finally managed to stammer. Tony explained that shifting with clothing was impractical, given the frequency of wardrobe casualties. He assured me that I'd grow accustomed to it. I countered by mentioning my upbringing among shifters, where nudity was a commonality. His raised eyebrow hinted at his amusement. Tony wasted no time in unbuttoning and dropping his jeans, revealing a distinct lack of underwear. He was undoubtedly well-endowed, and while I may have been inexperienced in certain aspects, I was no

“You're going to be up there in the lights, poles and all. You're going to dance for the guy and then he's kind of expected to pick you and yeah, screw your brains out.” “Tony.” Lala smacked his bare chest. “Ow.” Tony joked in a sensual way. “Shut up.” She focused on me. “Just try not to think about it. Just move your body and don't look at them. Those leeches have no thought process, like Tony here.” “Hey, at least I pull both sides.” Tony jabbed. He looked at me through the mirror. “If it helps I can give you a pro tip. The crazies love the drinks.”

Lala sat on the toilet and relieved herself of the rest of her load, which slid and plopped out, eased by the stream of semen. Lala lay naked and empty on the bed, smoking the other half of the spliff she had started before becoming distracted by Sèdonoudè. The hiss of the shower mingled with Tony Porsche’s mellifluous voice. His repeated attempts at magnanimity rescued him from being merely the dullest of political pedants, and his half-hearted attempts to ‘see the other side’, yet falling back into that default viewpoint, Lala felt, made him more human if not humane.

I growl. "For you, no. For the viewers, yes." "A reality show would be a burden on top of a burden. I'm working towards a more private life..." Luce hugs me when she finishes unbuttoning Troy's white long-sleeved blouse that slightly covers her tiny ass. Troy walks towards the one arm sofa, bare-chested. I didn't know he had such nice abs and fine muscular biceps. He looks like a whole meal right now and Luce is having all this to herself.

“Are you expecting someone?” Tony shakes his head but she doesn’t believe and glares at Tony. “Pray that isn’t one of your girlfriends..or I swear I’ll cut off your balls! She threatened him. Tony quickly slams his legs together and cover his dick. “What? I need this to create my pups you know? He replies dramatically as ever. Tonia got up and head towards the door, she opens it and saw a guy outside, she tilts his head and saw a tattoo on the guy’s neck.